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I’ve been thinking a lot about how people’s reactions to certain queer shows and something I think we need to examine how we treat more ‘dark’ and ‘emotional’ shows versus more ‘happy’ shows in this case I’m gonna be talking about the “debate” between Young Royals and Heartstopper.
Firstly these shows exist in two different lanes, and draw in two different audiences and potential age ranges, in my opinion, Young Royals is for older teenagers (think juniors or seniors or someone who is about to graduate high school and is going into college) while Heartstopper is geared towards those who are just starting high school or in the middle of it and is in that transitional period of their lives. Obviously, if you are not in these age ranges you can still consume and enjoy these shows, But I want to discuss how people act like they both can’t exist and you can’t like both or both shows existing for a reason. I’ve never really been a fan of punching down or belittling queer media (unless it’s harmful) Queer media in all forms is still lacking (especially those mediums centering WLW relationships). That being said the debate of which show is better is honestly so tired.
For people who say Young Royals is so much better (don’t get me wrong it is an amazing show and by all means like whatever you want) but liking it more because it’s “darker and more realistic” compared to Heartstopper which is "much happier" and "unrealistic," To me is so disingenuous because firstly so what? campy shows that feature queer characters deserve to be unrealistic, What's wrong with being unrealistic? Queer media has been subject to the Burry Your Gays narrative for decades or extremely unhealthy tropes and storylines so what's so wrong with having storylines and shows that are unrealistic or extremely happy? (even though the themes in Heartstopper are realistic).
Have you thought about how that may be an intentional choice? Now bare with me here this may be my over-analytic brain at work but Heartstopper has more or less some of the same themes as Young Royals just shot in a very vibrant and colorful manner to showcase how happy and colorful young love is BUT if you actually have watched the show or read the graphic novels you would know the show and graphic novels cover some heavy themes.
SPOILERS AFTER THIS POINT……
I want you to keep the song Pumped up Kicks by Foster the People in mind throughout this...I have a point I promise. Heartstopper is shot in a very poopy colorful way and in my opinion, symbolizes how when you’re young and in love everything feels warm, colorful, and vibrant. While Young Royals doesn't utilize this cinematic style they do use some form of vibrancy to convey tone and emotion. In Young Royals many of the scenes featuring Simon and Willhem's 'good moments' feature the sun especially shining on Simon when Willie is looking at him or whenever they are just in each other's company, this is especially prominent in the last scenes of the last two episodes of season 3.
So while people's criticisms of Heartstopper can be warranted (not saying you can't dislike the show) the comments that it's just so bubbly and bright just aren't true. The last season of Heartstopper saw multiple characters go through traumatic situations and it has been building up that way from the very first scenes in the first season of the show (but for the sake of time I'm only going to discuss both main characters in the two shows) Charlie not only is still struggling with being outed but is also battling with an eating disorder, this is foreshadowed throughout the first two seasons leading up to its inevitable blatant reveal when he is at dinner with Nick and his family where Nick starts to piece together why he is never hungry, passed out on the Paris trip and never finishes his food, which leads his to eventually research the signs of an ED. Nick is also still figuring himself out when it comes to his Bisexuality, while also dealing with the feelings of, feeling abandoned by his father, and having to reckon with the fact his brother is not supportive and dismissive of his sexuality and relationship.
Now before I said keep Pumped Up Kicks in mind that's because while this song has an upbeat, catchy tempo the song actually has a really dark undertone and meaning. So while Heartstopper is shot in a very vibrant colorway most of its characters and content of the show deal with dark themes and it's not all just a happy love story, and if the script for the next season follows the graphic novel closely, then we will see the characters go through even more challenges which also falls inline with the "darker" more emotionally message of the show. So to end this so it doesn't become a dissertation, both shows more or less have the same themes they just exist in two different lanes, I don't know why exactly people are fighting for one to be more valid than the other. When both can exist and be impactful to both or each audience, more queer shows need to exist where the characters are just happy and in love and I need y'all to unpack why you view more doom and gloom (for a lack of a better word) queer shows or movies are more valid than ones where the characters are just happy and have relatively in some aspects great experience when it comes to young love and figuring out one's identity. Sepreatlty why do you want these characters to suffer to find love? Why do characters have to go through something traumatic for their identity to be more valid and for you to relate and want to root for it more versus the latter?
Anyway, this was longer than I intended it to be but I just had to get my thoughts out there. TL;DR: Heartstopper and Young Royals are two great shows and if you think one is better than the other cause it has darker themes you are missing the point or probably objectively missed the dark undertones of the show, and one isn't more valuable than the other.
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torhues · 1 year
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osamu miya.
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"what do you think is the right way to ask someone out?" osamu's sudden question draws out your attention from your english assignment.
you take a moment to think, and while he thinks you're sorting out the most appropriate answers to his question, you're lost looking the answer to just one question that's plaguing your mind : should you tell him, or not?
"uh, who is it for?" you settle with the conclusion that he's asking that question out of curiosity. after all, you both are at an age where romance gradually becomes an integral parts of almost everyone's life.
out of all the years that you've known osamu— which is for around seven years for now— there has been only one time when you've seen him pursuing someone, and that was your best friend in middle school; and like the good friend you were, you helped the two of them confess to each other. you would walk to school and back, watching them holding hands, make plans without you because they were dating and it was understandable. you didn't mind, not at all, for you weren't in love with him at that point.
looking back now, you wonder if things would've turned out different if you hadn't helped your friend, or if you had realised your feelings a bit earlier. back then, you found it amusing to watch two people in love act like idiots, not knowing it'd all come back to you with a much larger impact.
"someone i like," he replies in his classic monotonous voice, as if he couldn't care less about not telling you who he has a crush on. it's exactly how it was back in middle school. had it not been for your friend, you wouldn't have known she was the one osamu had been planning to ask out all along. "goes to the same university as us, might even be in your biochem class,"
and your mind traces over the image of every single person in your class, crossing out the names that don't seem to fit osamu's taste in romantic partners. it's not the first time you're doing this. in fact, you've gotten used to figuring out whether he would be interested in someone just by looking at them. it's something you've learnt as you got better at hiding your feelings.
you've known him long enough to know who he might date yet still, couldn't bring yourself to believe that you could possibly have a chance with him.
"well, i can't tell you if i don't know the person," something about you makes osamu believe that you're a cupid. you're good at reading people, welcoming, albeit not so good at reaching out to strangers, but you are likeable, more than likeable, actually.
he has seen you set people up, including himself, and excluding yourself. the reason why you're not interested in pursuing someone anymore is beyond his comprehension. you have your fair share of knowledge about relationships, have dated a couple of guys before giving up altogether. it's not like your relationships didn't work, but it always seemed as if you were better off without them.
even while dating, it looks like your eyes are looking for someone else while being in someone's arms.
he sighs, putting down his phone. "just tell me what you like, people aren't much different after all,"
"uh, well, i hate public confessions and people who confess through calls and texts," which stands true for most the people out there. public confessions are more of a show off and confessing through texts is just, not enough. "also, i like to stay at home or be at some cafe so like, arcades, amusement parks and places like those aren't up to my liking either,"
you notice the smile on his face, along with the dreamy eyes and make him look prettier than he already is. frankly, the idea of osamu doing everything you like to ask someone else out hurts more than it should. you're probably not the only persons with those likes and dislikes. you know you should be happy for him and the person he likes because in the end, osamu is everything you, or anyone, could ask for.
"what about flowers? lilacs?" he asks, getting back to his phone.
"what are you doing, congratulating someone on their graduation?" his lips instantly curve into a frown, and you know in his head, he's snickering about how he is not the best when it comes to picking flowers, and that you shouldn't make fun of him for this. "i'd say tulips, they're a better gifts for first dates and confessions,"
one day, back in first year of university, osamu asked you why you don't seek relationships anymore. thinking about it now, you never gave him an absolute answer.
on some days, the answer would be academics, other days, it would be sadness looming over your shoulders after watching your ex with someone else. sometimes, you would excuse it by saying it's a waste of time and when asked when you're drunk, you'd say it's because you already have someone in mind, someone who can't be yours, no matter how much you try.
on some days, you wonder if osamu ever thinks about all the answers, or excuses, you gave to his question. there are times when the worlds makes compels you to believe that osamu likes you back, but then you realise that if he did, he wouldn't have asked out others all this time. you did drop hints regarding your feelings for him, and he failed to catch on for he for too busy looking at everyone except you.
"i wonder why you don't date anymore," the question arises again, flooding all the memories back into your head.
"i did have someone i liked, but he likes someone else," and you realise you can't lie to him anymore. "so, i gave up," osamu finds it amusing how you say those words with a smile, and he finds it despairing knowing that now, you've simply learnt to live with pain while pretending to be okay.
he shoots you a comforting smile, "i hope that wouldn't be the case for me,"
"me too," and you smile back.
he gets off your bed, picking up his jacket while offering soft apologies for the state your bed is in because of him. sometimes, you feel like there should be a warning for everyone who dates him : caution, this man doesn't know how to keep the bed clean. there are nights when you go to sleep thinking about how you're probably the only one who can keep up with this habit of his, and then wake up realising that it wasn't a problem to anyone it now so, it wouldn't be in future either.
it's like oscillating between the possibility and impossibility of him and you, caressing your little heart with false hope.
"ah, what should i say while confessing?" he shoots another question, making you snicker in annoyance.
"c'mon 'samu, you're not asking someone out for the first time,"
"just tell me,"
and you allow yourself to get lost in thoughts again. for a brief second, you consider telling him to not confess. the reason? your feelings, but again, you and him aren't meant to be together in the first place. it's just like how the saying goes— cupids must not fall in love— and you did the forbidden, knowing it would hurt you ten folds more every time you tie his threads with someone that's not you.
"i don't know, just give the flowers and ask if they'd like to go out with you or something," he chimes a faint thank you before leaving your room, and then your apartment. this time, you don't walk up to the door to see him off, neither do you wish him good luck, and surprisingly, osamu doesn't seem to notice your minute absence either.
it's fine, you tell yourself, one of you has to start getting accustomed to the other's absence. while the process has already begun for you, you hope osamu gets used to it as well. you need him to stop reaching you out for relationship advices because you don't know how long you can compose yourself before shattering once again. you try to distract yourself with essays due next month or even further, reading chapters that haven't been taught in class, reading research papers; just anything that can keep your mind off osamu.
you don't want to think about him, or what he's doing. maybe, he's buying the flowers, making preparations or calling his crush and asking them to meet him at their favourite place. even better if his crush confessed while he has been preparing a proposal of his own, it would be cinematic. you don't want to think about him at all, but the more you try, the deeper he engraves inside your mind.
the evening rolls by with you still sitting at your study desk with a bunch of papers lying around a not one complete work. there are rain splatters on your windows and you hope the off-season showers haven't ruined his confession. you can't wish for the other person to like him back, so you just wish for his happiness; whatever makes him happy, even if it means pushing him away.
and when you manage to drag yourself to the kitchen to grab something to eat and make yourself feel better, the sound of your doorbell hits your ears. the rain hits harder, you muster up the energy to walk up to the door.
there's osamu standing with a love sick smile and slightly wet hair, along with rain splatters on his shirt, and the bouquet of tulips in his hand. "will you go out with me?"
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wannaeatramyeon · 9 months
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Can we get lookism boys seeing their s/o for the first time?
Literally love at first sight and maybe their reactions?
Thanks,
Thanks for the ask! I've written a few slightly more fleshed out 'Meeting for the First Time' listed here (Gun, Goo, Jake, Johan). But let's do some other scenario for my usual suspects.
Umm...I actually really dislike the love at first sight trope. But I do like the double-take at first meeting trope, yknow what I'm saying? Here's a mix of everything!
Love at First Sight Double-Take at First-ish Meeting: Gun, Goo, Jake, Sammy, Vin + Taehoon!
Gun Park - Ultra Instinct
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Gun is not ashamed to admit that it was the sashay of your hips that turned his head at first. He is a hot blooded male after all.
And then when you whirled around, asking "See something you like?"with a confident smirk and your own jet-black eyes staring back, moments before landing a throat punch.
Well. Gun is a goner. Head over heels, lying-awake-thinking-of-you obsessed.
Maybe he should have gotten a name. But two UI users meeting each other can't just be a coincidence, he must be destined to see you again.
Who would have thought Gun Park would believe in something as ridiculous as fate.
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Goo Kim - Reflection
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Goo detested you on first meeting. How can such a pretty face have so much venom.
All double-edged and saccharine, nothing to be taken at face value. You even had the audacity to ask if the weapon wielding was compensating for something.
And to add insult to injury, Gun had laughed. Goo didn't even realise Gun was capable of such emotion.
Ugh. Goo does not like having a taste of his own medicine.
As the day dragged on, Goo's obsession grew. It really was like looking into a mirror. Sure this reflection isn't as sexy as his usual. But. It's still pretty sexy nonetheless.
Huh, he wanders the corridors with a sly grin, wondering about you, Let's see how well you can keep up with me.
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Jake Kim - Business Unit for Rent
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Jake, for some bizarre reason relegated to realtor duties, shows you around the business unit. A long empty store that, fingers crossed, after today would no longer be a drain on the finances.
"All this can be yours for 2 million won a month," he flashes his most dazzling smile. Charming and toothy that he knows few could resist.
Unfortunately, it is completely missed by you as you continue casting an astute eye over the premises.
"Ah look at the state of this. The ventilation system is awful."
Jake blinks, looking at whatever the hell you're pointing at. "It is?"
"And the walls! It'll need plastering and floors completely redone."
"Um. Maybe it has been a while since-"
"I heard the footfall is terrible here. Constantly declining. 23% down on last year?"
Your sharp eyes peer into his and he freezes. Where the hell did you even get those stats? Not even Lua or Jason would know this.
"Well..." he scratches the back of his head, thinking of what to say.
Half an hour later, after a whirlwind of complaints and pointing out flaws, you've signed a 12 month contract for less than half the initial asking price.
Shit, Jake thinks, Jason is going to kill me. Actually... Fuck. This unit had been recently renovated to attract potential renters. And footfall figures? Must be plucked out of thin air.
You completely twisted his arm with your bullshit.
Jake can't even bring himself to be mad, he's impressed. Who the hell are you? He's looking forward to seeing more of you and your smart mouth.
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Samuel Seo - Tattoos (let's ignore the timelines here)
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Not many people pass Samuel's exacting standard on first meeting, but you do He's frankly impressed with your work.
Someone similar to his age yet already amassing an impressive portfolio with impeccable linework and pristine colouring. No wonder you're booked out for months.
"So," your hands graze over his pecs, all strictly business yet his skin prickles at your touch. "You're thinking of your first tattoo here?"
"Yes."
"Cool, and you want it to eventually be a Sak Yant full body?" He nods. "Ok, it's going to take a while and quite a few sessions."
You give him a smile that leaves his throat dry. "Guess we're going to see a lot of each other."
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Vin Jin - My name
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Vin holds out his phone and with his most charming smirk, asks for your number.
"Sure," you fold your arms, showing no intention of reaching for the device, "You can have my number if you tell me my name."
"What?"
"I'm waiting," And now it's your turn to plaster on your smirk.
Fuck, who the hell do you think you are. Vin storms into the corridor, ego bruised and mood soured. Ugh, whatever. He has plenty of chicks interested anyway. He doesn't need to-
The lightbulb goes off over his head. Mary must know. She knows goddamn everything going on in this school.
Vin dashes off in search for her, thoughts from seconds ago already completely erased and giddy at the thought of finally getting your name and your number.
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Seong Taehoon - Taekwondo
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The first oddity is having someone your age show up for their first lesson. Then it turns out it's not your first.
The second oddity is when Taehoon tells you to show him what you got, you execute a perfect 1080 kick.
The last oddity, which really shouldn't be an oddity at all for Taehoon's ego, is that you are a fan of his from his UFC days and you think Taekwondo is the best.
Damn. And all that punctuated with a perfect 90 degree bow and 'Master Seong' too.
If that isn't the perfect way to worm yourself under his skin. Taehoon's going to be keeping an eye on you.
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Imagine if instead of a strength enhancer, One for All was a Charisma enhancer.
There are so many ways to play off this (terrible) idea, considering the versatility of charisma.
Maybe Izuku is just really intimidating, and everyone backs down without much of a fight.
Maybe it makes him persuasive, and he can just argue people out of fighting through logic and words.
Maybe it makes people pay attention to him. It’s not useful on its own, but it could be used as a distraction.
Or maybe for Izuku, who seems cute and small, it makes people protective of him. (Turns every character Platonic Yandere by accident)
I don’t know what to do with this au, so I’m just throwing it at you for fun. Have a nice day.
Oh my, I can't decide which one of these is the best. So why not combine all of them?
One for All is a charisma enhancer, but how it manifests varies for each holder. Yoichi got the version that made everyone fall in love with him at first sight. Second and Third took one look at this starving dirty man in a vault, and boom, their hearts were gone.
Second got a charisma that made everyone look up to him as a leader. People instinctively trusted Third. Poor Hikage got the version that made everyone pay attention to him to the point where they forget everything else they were doing. He hated it so much that he ran off to live in the forest. Banjo found that everyone around him treated him as an aniki/big brother. En was so cute that everyone treated him as a little brother. Nana got the ability to argue people out of fighting with logic and words.
The ability kept growing stronger over time. All Might obtained an intense power of intimidation so strong that all his enemies surrendered at the sight of him. All Might's skinny form is his real form. He isn't strong at all, people just think he is. This All Might is like King from One Punch Man--he's never actually won a fight, all his enemies just give in to his intimidation. He beat All for One out of sheer luck when All for One slipped and fell onto one of his own quirk attacks.
Since the ability increases over time, Izuku gets the strongest version of all. Unfortunately for Izuku, he got the yandere variation. It could be platonic yandere or romantic yandere, depending on if the recipient finds Izuku attractive.
Every member of Izuku's class who is attracted to the male gender is in love with Izuku. The rest have intense platonic admiration. Katsuki constantly combusts around Izuku because he does not know how to handle the quirk forcing him to feel so much differently from his normal feelings and he hates it.
Luckily other holders of One for All are not affected. All Might thinks that Izuku's intimidating aura is just taking a little while to come in.
In this AU, Sir Nighteye objects to Izuku not out of dislike but because someone so adorable can't be allowed to fight! He might get hurt!
The ability doesn't affect Inko because it doesn't affect anyone who already loves Izuku. (For the same reason, the power wore off on Second and Third after they fell in love with Yoichi for real.)
This AU is not Dad for One. However, All for One takes one look at Izuku and decides that he is the perfect replacement Yoichi. Unfortunately for All for One, he has a lot of competition, because every single villain who meets Izuku wants to vault him. Frankly quite a few heroes have been thinking about it too. Sir Nighteye already has a vault full of All Might merch to lure Izuku in.
Izuku figures out he can weaponize this to make villains underestimate him, then defeat them.
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kimsmuse · 10 months
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yandere ghost ♡ !!
fem!reader. 1346 words. warnings for obsessive and lovesick behaviour, a makeout. feedback is v appreciated <3
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let’s say you just moved out of your house, from your parents’ home to a place you’re renting on your own, and out of all the apartments that you checked out in the apartment hunting, one resonated with you slightly more than the others, the vibes were cozy, the location was pretty nice and the neighbours didn’t seem like a bother. so you decide on it, signing the lease and everything.
but as you stand there and smile at finally having a nice place all to yourself, a soft apparition appears in the corner, scared at the aspect of a new owner, but he can’t really do anything right now, maybe he’ll just drive them away like he did with the others. now, he’s not a hostile ghost at all but he still likes this place, this home still belongs to him and he doesn’t want people he doesn’t like to sit around and claim it as theirs. there were many instances when he does like the people who live here but so far, unfortunately it has happened only once or twice.
when the moving day comes, he stands shadowed, watching as you load the boxes in the living room, he doesn't dislike you at first glance so that's a win, really. and when you finally start placing the boxes relevant to each room there, he starts following you around, he doesn't wanna snoop in your belongings yet because a) he doesn't wanna scare you off (yet..) and b) he'll get to do plenty of that later when you've actually settled in. so he spends the next few days roaming around, sitting face to face with you but you can never see him, he starts recognising people around you.
there's your parents who are anxious about you moving out, there are friends who are happy for you, and they want to come over for drinks once you're done but that's about it.
the days he spent wallowing around almost feeling like he didn't even exist are now replaced with the genuine awe he feels for you and your surroundings.
he stands next to you when you're hungry at 3 am, as you try to make some instant noodles, and wonders whether you feel as lonely as him. he can’t remember actually feeling nice on his own when he was alive, right now it was just because he didn't have any other option.
and then he learns to like the music you play, it occupies the entire apartment, like a ghostly figure way, way, larger than him. he enjoys it, and he knows you do too, the way you hum it as you work.
but his memory is warped completely, in some instances he can remember who he was, what happened to him, why he's here. but sometimes, it's just a blank, as if he's some non-living object with no thoughts or feelings of his own.
and he can't put a finger on it but you remind him of someone, he hopes that he'll remember that he deduced this today when his memory comes back again.
and luckily enough, he does remember. his partner, his real life partner, who was so real. he's reminded of them in you. the way you smile and he feels compelled to do the same even when you can't see him, the way you have the habit to say "sorry," to inanimate objects (sometimes even him) when you bump into them, and the way you take care of the house. he's not sure about how far you actually resemble his darling from when he was alive, but he can tell that he was growing fond for you.
and he sits besides you, when your friends have come over, his knees hugged to his chest as he looks at you. if anybody could see him they could see it in his eyes, completely lovesick. when you laugh, he could feel his heart beating again almost, it was just magical.
he never knew he could really smile or feel even a little happy inside, but here he is now, even when he doesn't remember sometimes, your presence without any history related brings him so much joy, that there's someone beside him and he isn't lonely anymore.
the worst time of the day though, is when you have to leave, for “work,” or for “uni,” but that's the time he takes to go through your belongings, he can't do much but he can immerse himself in your clothing and feel you around him, it keeps him occupied when you aren’t around. and his latest hobby is to pluck the flowers from the tree outside your window, and keep it on the window sill, and you always have such a smile thinking about how the wind blew them in.
and he loves staring at your photographs, the ones you have in frames or small prints, it gives him an insight in a version of you that he never knew. that wasn't connected to him. was that picture taken when he was alive?
but the ghost is in for a bad set of days, when you start bringing another man home. at first, it's just the living room, he sits there and you laugh at jokes he makes (which were quite lame, let’s face it) and he stands in the doorway, his arms crossed. He didn't like the man.
and the way you looked at him, it made him so, so upset that you could never really look at him that way, or any way for that matter.
he found himself, sitting there in the corner of the room, again with his knees hugging his chest as he overheard the conversation.
and slowly the visits became frequent, and then he came from the living room to the kitchen and then he used the toilet!
he felt oddly intruded, but the only reason he wasn't doing anything was the fact that it made you so happy whenever he was around. you were happy alone but this glow.. the man who came around made it happen. he wondered lowly, about how things would be if he could do the same.
but the final straw for the ghost is when you bring him into the bedroom! the sacred bedroom! why would you do that?
and you both are so close to each other, almost kissing, and skin on skin. the ghost sees red at the moment, no longer does he think about the aspect of keeping you happy, all he can think of is the unfairness of it all, it would probably be him! it would have been him! why is it not him? it's sad.
it makes the lights go out, all the fairy lights, the speaker, it's all disconnected.
when the man leaves after that, claiming that he has “work,” tomorrow and can't afford to be late (and the fact that he can’t sleep with the air off would disturb his sleep. excuses, really), is only when the ghost calms down.
he's back to normal and the lights slightly fluctuate and come back on.
now, it's just how he wants it to be, he stands close to you as you look out the window to the man that left, he can feel that you're upset that he left but he’s glad that you do, because he sees you pick up the phone and block him. and you're so right for that, he exclaims! he never wanted to be with you, he only wanted your body, and when he couldn't get it…
he wishes he could reach out and stroke your face and tell you he’d never leave and it wasn’t even for your body, he tries, really, but it doesn't happen. the most you can feel is the wind brushing against you.
and even if he can't do anything about it or communicate, he still enjoys this, having you all to himself, just looking at you as you do your own thing. but it's okay, even if you can't see him, he'll always be here to protect you.
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live-laugh-lenney · 1 month
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Hellur, how are uu!!! This is my first time in tumblr. And there are only a few of george clarke or arthurtv fics. Very thankful for one of the people who creates them🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️
May i request a reaction for Arthur or George where all of their fans love their gf, especially she's just a normal beautiful gal 😍😍😍 what if their girl has dimplessss
hi lovely. welcome to tumblr, welcome to my blog, welcome to a safe place to come vent and chat all things arthurtv and chaos crew as well as youtube! lots of love! thank you for popping by - don't be a stranger, at all. i have so many thoughts for this :')))
G E O R G E
everyone loves her.
he takes his time to introduce her publicly because she's isn't a girl who is known - she's not a youtuber, she's not a tiktoker, she's not an influencer so he wants to slowly wean her into the chaos of his life and shield her from twitter's hate and the tiktok comments that will be written about her.
because, of course, there will always be some people who dislike her - its part and parcel of being with him and she knows that.
those that love her, she loves back. she always keeps an eye on her social media, always checks in with them, replies to their tweets and she does little q and a's on her instagram story about herself... with the occasional question about her and george or anything to do with their relationship (without going into much detail - she leaves that for his podcast).
and he definitely has her on for an episode, alongside andrew, like a couple's podcast episode where they just spill the beans on what it's like to date max and george. from the horse's mouth comments from someone who is dating someone so loved and well-known in their industry line of work.
"i'm pretty sure everyone loves yn more than they love me."
"what can i say? you're not the only one with a pretty face., georgey boy."
"it's the dimples, i'm telling you."
and she will always tease him because she knows how loved she is in amongst his followers. always having pictures taken at events they see her at, taking cute and funny selfies, hugging those who want to give her a hug and george just loves to see it happen.
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A R T H U R
his followers speculate before arthur actually announces that they're in a relationship...
he's much more of a soft launcher with the two of them as opposed to completely introducing her - he never sees the point in posting her alongside her social tags because she's not someone known to many in the world.
he can't hide on social media; and that doesn't stop him from being a simp for her. people go digging once they see them together in public, people see that he likes her posts, they can see his comments and he doesn't see the problem because that's his girl and if he wants to show his love for her than he can. he just chooses not to launch her hard by giving her a dedicated post so people know who she is.
so when it's been long enough, and he sees that people love her and want to see more of her, he starts bringing her onto his channel.
that's how he properly and formerly introduces her.
"yn's here with me today."
"he needs the views, figured he may as well use me as clout."
"well- no, that's not- no-"
he gets so soft in the face, cheeks going red and he stutters and she loves that he still gets giddy over how she has such witty remarks back to him.
"i'm just messing, i'm here for my five minutes of fame."
"again, not what's happening."
and it's just sweet moments where people can truly see them for how they actually are together - so sickeningly in love with each other that it's almost too sweetly gross to witness.
and, my god, the edits that come out of it are something yn could sit and watch for days because it really captures just how they are as a couple. and she's no stranger to sharing them on her socials, saving them to her camera roll, showing them to arthur when they're sitting and aimlessly scrolling their accounts, commenting how she loves them and that it's so special to have their sweet and loving moments documented in such a way.
out in public, he's so soft with her and always stands close to her on their museum dates and they're always holding hands down the busy streets of london and he always holds her close to him on the tubes whenever they need to get public transports and he's always weary of her going over to meet those who had seen the two of them in the street... people take photos, they take videos, they share them all over the internet - they can't stop them from doing that. he knows she's just being kind but he always tells her that she can never been too careful. but she loves them just as much as he is thankful for them; and of course, he sits back and watches as they start showing off how much they adore her. xx
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eldritch-spouse · 2 months
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You know I think Breg would benefit from having friends, one : to give his drunk father figure some rest and two : to have people  stop or encourage him in his bullshit. Obviously having monster friends would be better for him, so I made a list of the people I think he could along with (and the ones he would chomp without regrets)
Friends :
Santi: this one is easy, Santi seems to be an easygoing person and a good friend to have. When he's not drooling over Breg, I think he'd give some really good tips about life and how to deal with his obsession (after begging for a threesome and getting punched in the face), if they got close enough, Santi could even help Breg forget about some of his insecurities in the way that he would put him at ease.
Grimbly : by association, he'd be intrigued by Breg, for the first few times, their first conversations would be "You're so tall !! No you're like huge" , "Well you're small like a...bean", but they get along just fine.
Fank-E : He's friends with everyone and he'll put a bunch of stickers on Breg and he lowkey annoy the shit of him at certain times but it will end up in this semi-consensual kinda forced friendship (who's more insistant him or Breg ? I guess we'll never know)
Gallon : Him and Egghead would have talks that would leave Eggy scratching his head and staring into the void, but they're nice to each other, Gallon might be a bit condescending in reaction to a how simple Breg's mind seems to be.
Middle ground
Patches : I hesitated as putting him as friend but I think his scientific interests would put Breg off
Belo : Belo is too polite and uptight, and his fixated stare can make Breg feel uneasy, they talk just fine
Sybastian : Syb just kind of mind his bussiness and keep it pushing but there's rare times where he growls a "hello" to Breg and keeps walking
Nebul : Nope, this only reason why they're not enemies is because Nebul is civilized, but the potions and his dominating nature would make Bregory avoid him like the plague
No fucking way :
Morrell : Their interest for the same thing (human) is diverging in two different directions, Breg is like "Humans are friends not food ! 😡" and Morrell is like "yUM sTEaK !", it's their relationship on a very surface level and I think Eggy would leave it at that
Hellion : Nah, they would fight and Breg would just bite that head off his neck 
Vinnel : That punk would try to pull a prank on Breg, he would fall for it, get mad and then catch Vinnel and try to squish him like a stress toy, Vinnel would be in pain for a little while and finally leave Breg alone (or plot a terrible revenge)
Did it actually turned into a scale of friends to archnemesis of TCE? Yes. Am I proud ? Yes.
Here's the thing though.
One of the first things said about Breg is that he dislikes monsters. He glorifies humans and has a general aversion to monsters, finding them generally untrustworthy. This isn't to say there can't be exceptions, like Fasma, but Breg would probably have a much bigger drive to acquire human friends.
The problem with human friends is that it wouldn't take too long for him to cross boundaries if Breg is yet to meet his obsession.
With monster friends, you're also forgetting that Breg refuses to set foot in The Clergy in general. He's been there once with Fasma, didn't like it at all, vowed not to enter it again- He'd have to meet staff outside. I sincerely don't think many of these would work out all that well, certainly not Santi. The incubus' insistence on wanting to fuck him would make Breg really aggressive really fast. Grimbly's manipulation and cute talk would fall on deaf ears and unfortunately things with Gallon would be more akin to one-sided mockery. Fank-E would genuinely irritate Breg, but since he's a machine and not a monster, things might work out given he's moderately quiet.
Belo's aura as an angel might make Breg slightly more at ease, yet somehow hyperaware of the power himself, which would probably confuse the breeder a little. Patches would get himself torn in two horizontally if he doesn't contain his scientific interest around Breg, as it could trigger really intense reactions from the ex-captive. Morell and him would just brawl, correct.
Ironically, I see him as possibly getting along with Glauk, even if there's a barrier there in the sense Breg doesn't know how to swim properly yet. Glauk is relatively small and can't say weird things to him plus seems eager to share all kinds of trinkets people dump in the aquarium. This is a bit of an impossible scenario, unless Glauk is being transported outside for some reason or another.
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Hey, hope you're doing okay. I hope you don't mind me asking, but I am rather new to the mattdrai fandom and I couldn't help but wonder:
Was Matthew really as bad as a lot of fic lead to believe in his earlier hockey years in Calgary? And was he really disliked in the room - where there rumours like that? So many fics build on this premise, and seeing him now in Florida and hearing all the nice things his teammates say about him and seeing the things he does himself and the insane good hockey he plays... it's hard to believe.
It's so strange also that it's so rarely mentioned that Leon was the one to be sent down to the minors, not Matthew.
Plus what I don't get: matthew is a lot hotter than Leon? why is it always told like Leon is the hottest dude on earth while Matthew is nothing? comparing early pics and pics from now... it's just not true? Leon looks good, a bit bland IMO, but Matthew is and was just hot in a very unique and special way. maybe because he isn't that bland generic good looking Leon is? But good looking in a special way? so that got a lot longer than I thought it would, hope you don't mind the ask.
i don't mind you asking at all! this is basically my roman empire so MY apologies if this gets unwieldy but i have FEELINGS about matthew's early fic portrayal lmao
in his six years on the flames, matthew was always one of the top five scorers.
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his rookie year, he was sixth in rookie scoring
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the season he was picked for his first ASG, the flames were 16th in the league at the time all star rosters were announced and matthew was their top scorer.
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so it's not like he was the best player from a bottom of the league team or going because he was the home town boy, he was a playoff team's best player (both at the asg break and when the season was eventually suspended because of covid).
and even in his career worst year (2020-2022), he ended the year as their third best scorer and only six points behind johnny (the leader). and as one of calgary's beat reporters said in his end of the year review, Matthew was "good, but not quite as good as the Flames needed him to be."
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so i've never really understood why people were portraying him like that either and still haven't figure out if most of it was unreliable narrator kind of stuff or if some authors actually thought he was bad before he had his breakout season, but it doesn't reflect reality.
as for him being disliked in calgary, that all stems from jake muzzin flipping the puck at him, and the subsequent players only meeting that took place after it, in which matthew allegedly told the team he was upset they didn't join him in the scrum after and he was then told him it can't be a riot every night.
before that there were never any rumors that i'm aware of that he was unliked in the room, and in 2019 gio, who most people tend to think is the one who told matthew to tone it down, said this about another players only meeting:
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so while the 2021 players only meeting was a story because matthew wasn't playing like his usual self afterward, i've never thought it was indicative of him not being liked by his teammates. and honestly, you have to take it all with a grain of salt anyway because while guys obviously bullshit the media, at the practice after the players only meeting guys talked about how there was a general lack of emotion, and how they came out there trying to have fun with each other and put it behind them, and in the postgame the next night, gio specifically sites getting into scrums and mixing it up when asked how much more emotion they played with in that win compared to earlier losses, so if mixing it up was good the very next night, the math doesn't quite add up, yk?
but johnny did confirm in his spittin chiclets appearance about two weeks after the muzzin incident that matthew was pissed after they left him out to dry that night, and when asked about matthew's struggles that season darryl sutter said matthew needed to, and would, get back to playing to his identity, so the whole cause and effect of the muzzin incident on matthew's play that season isn't completely unfounded, but i do think multiple guys saying the team needed to play with more emotion, johnny saying in the chiclets episode that the guys skating off didn't find out about the puck flip until they saw it on sportsnet and saying he felt bad about it, and the new coach coming in and getting matthew to play back to his style shows that it wasn't as personal as it was made out to be.
anyway, the flames may not have be as tight knit as the panthers are, but matthew had his people there. he's bffs with hanifin and his friendship with sam bennett is part of what drew him to florida. johnny always says great things about him, blake coleman called him the heartbeat of the team, and was such an important voice in the room that the flames suffered when he and gudbranson were no longer around to tell sutter to chill the fuck out when he was being too hard on guys in the room.
he probably wasn't close with every teammate, most people aren't friends with all their coworkers, but he wasn't some sort of loner in that locker room.
as for the looks, that's all down to personal preference. leon is definitely very conventionally attractive and while matthew has definitely glowed up in the last few seasons, he was by no means ugly. i wouldn't even say he's really unconventionally attractive either. he's got a good face and was a cute teen and people who are like "oh no i find matthew tkachuk attractive now" have literally never made sense to me. but again! personal preference and all that.
again, my apologies if you weren't looking for THIS MUCH of an answer to your question but this isn't even all the sources i pulled up when i first got this ask so i did TRY to keep it short lol
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silent-raven13 · 7 months
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The Punks love Sunflower 2
(Part 1)
Miles could only giggle at them, they were back. After their orientation, they seem to enjoy each other companies. When they spot Miles walking in the halls, they took their chance to flirt with him: Sunflower! Sunflower! -the three Hobies came to hug and say hello to Miles-
Miles: Oh hey guys, how's things been? Liking Headquarters
Hobie 138c smirks along with the other two Hobies, he lifts Miles' hand: We only join to see your pretty face, darling!
Miles: Ehh, where did that come from? -he chuckles thinking it's a joke.-
Hobie 138d flirted: Are you free today? We can go to my world and watch me play my guitar! -he winks at Miles-
Miles: Well, I actually have to go home and-
Hobie 138e staring closely at Miles' face thinking he's too cute: Tansy...
Miles: Huh?
Hobie 138e: Tansy... you remind me of tansy flowers. -he nodded as his hand touch his chin while thinking. His face got close to Miles to study some more- Mmhhmm, Tansy.
Miles was about to speak-
Hobie 138d: How about we go somewhere to fight some bloody blokes? -he suggested-
Miles open his mouth: Well, actually-
Hobie 138c: Your busy today? How about spending the day with me? -he smirks getting closer to Miles, this time leaning against the wall. His left arm supporting half his body weight. All the Hobies are taller than Miles, who's only six foot tall. Crazy really, he still feels small.-
Miles: Actually, I'm sort of done for today. I have to watch my baby sister.
Hobie 138e: You have a baby sister? -being low spoken-
Hobie 138d: I got ten siblings!
Hobie 138c: I got only four. The youngest is a baby.
Miles: How many months? -being curious. His Hobie rarely talks about his family, so this will help him get an idea what home life is like from these Hobies-
Hobie 138c: About seven...
Miles: My sister is seven months, too! -being surprised by this-
Hobie 138c smirks having to lean over to get close to Miles' face: Then wouldn't you say that we're meant to be, luv?
Hobie 138d laughs out loud in amusement: Nah, he's meant for me.
Hobie 138e: Hmm, is that right?
Hobie 138d: Yeah, me and Bambi got chemistry!
Miles: Well it-
Hobie 138c ask another question: How's is it juggling between being Spiderman and being an older sibling, dear? You see for me, it's a bunch of bollocks!
Miles nodded: Yeah, I sometimes get so mad, because I have to figure out how to bring Billie or make sure she doesn't get hurt when she's with me? -He sighs-
Hobie 138c: Aye, you take your sprog with you? That's fucking wicked, mate! -He chuckles-
Miles always had trouble understand British slang or words, luckily his Hobie taught him a few words: Umm, yeah! -he was looking at context clues. He talked about his baby sister and Hobie refers her to a sprog... whatever that means-
Hobie 138e: The little nipper must have the time of her life, tansy. -A new nickname in the books for Miles-
Miles: Yeah, she loves being around me. Sometimes I have to wait till she takes a nap for me to get away.
Hobie 138d laughs out loud: My siblings too! They never leave me alone.
Hobie 138e: You still live with them?
Hobie 138d: I got four sprogs that are still kids, can't leave them behind, mate!
Hobie 138c: I sometimes visit my mum just to watch the little nipper.
Miles: Babies are cute until they start throwing up on you.
Hobie 138d: Luv, you love them, huh? How about me and you go make some babies?
Miles blinks: I'm a man.
Hobie 138d winks at him: Worth a try! Biology is just labels.
Miles' felt his cheeks warm: I don't think that's how-
Hobie 138c: If that's the case, what about trying with me, luv?
Hobie 138e: I don't mind participating, Sunflower.
Hobie 138b came back from a mission with Gwen, he went to HQ instead home to look for his Sunflower. They were planning spending the day together with Little Billie, even tho the little sprog dislike him. It's fun to be around a comfortable less hectic home, than his room in an abandon apartment. Luckily he found a steady place to stay with his bandmates: Oi, it's worth of try, darling! -Hearing a group of familiar voices. He follow the voices, still having his laid back walk with both his hands in his sleeveless jacket- What do you mean? It's biology! You can't go against your body? -Miles?, he thought to himself. His eyes spotted the three annoying Wankers that made his blood boil. Luckily they didn't spot him, so he got to hear the conversation. What are they going to say to his Sunflower? He sucked his teeth-
Hobie 138d have a big grin on his face: Then explain to me, why not, mate?
Miles began: Your saying Biology is labels, but it's science on life study. Human anatomy are built for certain purposes. You just can't say you arm isn't your arm?
Hobie 138c: But darling, we are saying we can try to get you pregnant!
Hobie 138b felt a strong wave of jealousy and anger, while those dumbasses flirting with his baby. Hobie 138e being the quiet one only listens the conversation. Hobie 138d: Yeah! We can try it!
Miles: Huh? You two are being crazy, man! We were just talki-
Hobie 138c finally noticed Hobie 138b then smirks to pissed him off even more. He leans closer to Miles: Then let's try it, now? -Getting too close for Miles' comfort-
Miles: Whaaa -Hobie 138c laughs out loud while Hobie 138e watches-
Hobie 138b scowls: AY! OI! OI, you bastards! What you doin' to my Sunflower! -He finally came into the group to break them up, he roughly kicks them trying to get them away from Miles.-
Hobie 138d laughs out loud: Relax, mate! We were only playing around with our, Sunflower!
Hobie 138b scowled even more: He's not yours! Get out of here, fucking wankers! -He kicks Hobie 138c first then Hobie 138d, being super pissed off.-
Miles blinks being surprised by his boyfriend coming out of nowhere, then saw the three Hobies saying their goodbyes: Bye, Sunflower! We'll talk later! -As Hobie 138b chase them off-
Hobie 138e gave Miles' a wink: See you, darling!
Miles waves them goodbye: Bye guys, nice chatting with you! -He's too kind for his own good yet so naive that Hobie 138c almost kissed him-
Hobie 138b cursing and scaring the Punk trios away, he fumes. Until he turns to find Miles standing behind him: Hobie? Oh! -Hobie quickly hugs him being too upset from the punks, and needy for his Sunflower. Miles could only thoughts about his boyfriend's attitude is that of a cute mad puppy, and smiles having to hug him back.- Hehe, you miss me, baby?
Hobie: Yeah... did those blokes tries anything else on you?
Miles: No, just talk, bae. -he giggles having to kiss Hobie on the cheek- Mi amor, it's all good. They were just fooling around.
Hobie buries his face into Miles' chest having to hunch over to his small Sunflower: Their a bunch of dolts!
Miles laughs again: Awe, come. Let's go to my place! I'll make it up to you with Tembleque! I helped my mom make it, since it's your favorite!
Hobie picks up Miles and kiss him on his left cheek: Your too good for me, Miles.
Miles: I can walk just fine, bae! And it's cuz I love you, mi alma! -Hobie nose rub his partner before going into the portal to Miles' world. Sometimes those punks know how to push Hobie's button. Yet, his Miles still go to him no matter what. Not even those punks can change Miles' mind-
(This was inspired from another artwork from @drenched-in-sunlight I love their cute comic of the concept art Hobies.)
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chibichax · 1 month
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rating every smiling critters ships (rare pair included)
okay remember everyone these are just my opinions please don't harasse me for it-
from 6 to 10 : I like it or it's one of my favorites
from 5 to 0 : I dislike it or it gives me the ick
first off I'd like to start with the ships that includes my favorite boy, Dogday, our very good Boi
Catnap x Dogday :
the classic sun and moon ship
the ship is good if we're talking about the cartoon version of this ship, because the gameplay version is... ick.
I like the dynamic but the ship isn't really my favorite since I mostly see them as friends than lovers
I'll give it a 6/10
Craftycorn x Dogday :
one of my favorites
I like the dynamic these two has
shy x energetic dynamic
kinda reminds me of Fluttershy x PinkiePie
it's a 9/10
KickinChicken x Dogday :
both are stars.
the true rare pair, haven't seen anyone ship them
don't have much to talk about the dynamic, it's kinda cool tho
I'll give it a 7/10
Hoppy x Dogday :
does anybody even ship this-
idk why but I always saw them as siblings figures so this ship isn't really my favorite, still a good one tho.
I'll give it a 4/10
Bubba x Dogday :
gives me the nerd x tiger vibes somehow
I see them more as friends so... yea no.
4/10
Bobby x Dogday :
your honor they are underrated.
DOES ANYONE EVEN KNOW THIS SHIP EXIST???
idk why but this ship gives me butterflies its just cutie potato
8/10
Picky x Dogday :
we all agree that nobody ship this
they just food buddies
2/10
now with ships with our secretly William afton- I mean Catnap.
Catnap x Bobby :
underrated.
HEAR ME OUT THEIR DYNAMIC
they need more fanarts yall
moon and cupid
8/10
Catnap x KickinChicken :
MOON AND STAR? YES. YES THEY ARE.
gays. my beloved.
Cool x Chill.
8/10
Catnap x Craftycorn :
I love how yall decided that they're enemies to lovers
bro stole his best friend's girl-
I mostly see fanart of this ship with Dogday being included, never seen any where its only the two of them
7/10
Catnap x Picky :
would yall be surprised if I told you that this ship actually exists? (it existed right after chapter 3 release)
they give the "partners in crime" vibes
8/10
Catnap x Hoppy :
they have something special yall I'm not insane
underrated
again, Cool x Chill.
10/10
Catnap x Bubba :
never seen any fanart of this ship
idk I can't see them in any way being romantic w/ each other
2/10
time for our sporty girl to shine
Hoppy x KickinChicken :
Cool girl x Cool Boy
the ship cool but I see them more as friends
yall already deciding that they're frienemies
7/10
Hoppy x Bobby :
lesbians.
8/10
Hoppy x Craftycorn :
haven't seen any fanart of em
they are the ultimate girlfriends yall
7/10
Hoppy x Picky :
I see them more as sisters
their dynamic is cool
6/10
Hoppy x Bubba :
I don't think this ship even exists-
3/10
the nerdo has came.
Bubba x Kickin :
the classic nerd x jock
the gays are being gays and I'm here for it
7/10
Bubba x Crafty :
left brain right brain, brilliant.
I mostly saw them as friends
6/10
Bubba x Picky :
yall can already tell the amount of fanart I saw of these two
they're like siblings to me so..
5/10
Bubba x Bobby :
this exists?-
idk their dynamic isn't really that much
4/10
our beloved yandere
Bobby x Kickin :
they are inlove you can't tell me otherwise.
LISTEN SOMEONE NEEDS TO HEAR ME OUT
10/10
Bobby x Crafty :
so we all agree that Bobby is definitely a yandere in this ship right?
I don't see it often but I like the dynamic
7/10
Bobby x Picky :
okay listen to me these two are lesbians who give each other goodnight kisses you can't prove me wrong
underrated af
I NEED TO KNOW IF SOMEONE SHIP THIS PLS
8/10
the artist has come to the show
Crafty x Kickin :
OKAY LISTEN YOU-
they are so inlove and they give each other hugs and cuddles
this ship exists because I said so.
10/10
Crafty x Picky :
they buddies
6/10
Time for some food.
Picky x Food :
this ship is very underrated
yall need to pay more attention to it
10/10
okay hope yall enjoyed reading this
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byghostface · 11 days
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//long rambling
There is a vent in the last part (about pro ship:/+ wired shipping + block list) it's naturally negative so reading at your own risk.
So in the new Batman and Robin issue #7 Nika's sister making an appearance, got me thinking of other possibilities for sibling characters to come back.
Mostly I’m thinking about Respawn since he is Joshua Williamson's own character. And He made Respawn appeared in the last issue of Robin(2021), he also brought back Mara in that run too (just some appearance in the later issue).
And now Joshua Williamson is writing Batman and Robin, so naturally he can bring some characters back in this run. He had said in an interview that he might have figured out a way(try) to bring back Maya.
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Throwback to 2022 of this old wip/art I made, is about what I think the emo teens of Lazarus squad dynamic would look like.
I imagine Nika and Respaw are irritated/tolerate with each other but would stay for Damian because Nika is Damian's girlfriend and they want to stick together. Meanwhile, Damian likes to include his half-brother in some fun activities (Respawn is acting reluctant bc of his own issues but he actually likes to have friends and feel include).
I haven’t finished this art bc I was going to add more wips (with other characters like Rose and Hawke) to make it a post. I didn't finish this art back then bc I was afraid Talia fans would be mad at me for drawing Respawn.
Trust me, I hate that Talia gets associated with Deathstroke like this, but I think Respawn is a confused/mistreated teen character and Damian (bless his heart and soul) still wants to be his brother regarding the whole mess. I will explain/talk more about my thoughts on Respawn as a character and his situations once I finish these drawings and get ready to post them.
Writing/typing words is harder than drawing for me personally. Drawing is like channeling my energy into a picture and forming an atmosphere and hopefully people will understand what thoughts and feelings I was trying to convey. Writing is using more brain powers to choose the correct and cohesive words, so people would not misunderstand what I'm talking about. Especially when English is not my first language, and even so I normally don't talk(write) much in my mother tongue either…(I'm not a quick thinker, it took me a longer time to think things through, writing literally exhausted me physically and mentally more than drawing.)
It doesn't mean I don't enjoy writing, it's just not my first choice to convey thoughts… but considering I can't draw everything I have in my mind and it takes even longer time to finish any art, I just need to write down things first from now on. Tumblr is the only place I can think of that has this longer text feature blog post and I'm more familiar with this platform format. So I will still be here posting my fan content.
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(↓Vent, if you want to avoid being block by me then read down below.)
I must say I will forever hate respawn x flatline as ship, cus I know who started this ship and their reasons behind it—Don’t let the new character develop naturally as the story goes, let’s put them in made-up weird situations first so I can prop up my own ship!😍 And get both of the new characters out of the way, since no one would defend them so I can fanon the hell out of them by making them look bad all around!🤞 (What if I stone you first hand🪨🪨💥)
And I will continue to dislike/against any shipping Damian's sibling to Nika. I simply don't like the unnecessary sibling conflict just for romance tropes! So go away boooo I hate you‼️ Not to mention the ignoring of different age range multi-ship hide behind poly… that's straight up proshipping I hate you even more!!👎
Also for people who said Nika should be crush on Damian's mother instead of him… I hate you twisted proshipper rotten smooth brain‼️‼️ She dating a boy her age and has mutual connections with him, why would she crush on her boyfriend's mother instead?? Just because Nika is a big fan of Talia??? So you telling me young ppl can't idolize adults normally without being labeled as romantic nowadays huh??( Not saying you can't crush on adults, but why crush on your boyfriend's mom? ) Your weird ass mind is showing with this ass hc be fr. Again, why would you imagine that? You just wanted to push a fake narrative of Nika being wired so you could have an excuse to make Talia and Damian dislike her (which is not true), but in fact is YOU are the weird one projecting your twist thoughts/hate onto Nika‼️💥🪨🪨
I will start to block ppl who are shipping/liking respawn x flatline (+proshipper) and STILL interact with me, read the room!! My art is not for you weirdos‼️Go away BOOOO💥 🪨🪨🪨💥💥
Can't believe I need to type this all out cuz some of you weirdos will still do these things and think is okay to interact with me and my post/showing in my notifications BOOO👎🪨🪨💥🪳🪳🪳🩴🩴🩴
(sorry for venting about random weirdos/Nika haters again, and thanks for reading.)
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this-witch-writes · 1 year
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I was think about steddie and that post going around about "intangible love" and the romanticism of unspoken acts of affection and the replies show how differently people react to that.
Part 1 (Show Don't Tell)
part 2, part 3
Steve Harrington's parents are distant (always emotionally and usually geographically) his only serious girlfriend wouldn't say she loved him, and most of his friendships were either surface macho things or a bunch of literal children. He loves Robin and they talk, they do, but she's not exactly mushy either. That actually is fine with her and the kids, but it's not what he's hoping for in a relationship.
Eddie’s parents said they loved him, said they wanted what was best for him, but it was just words. The person who actually loved him, who cared, who showed up when it mattered, hardly ever said much at all. Wayne knew how to make love understood. His uncle didn't have to say he loved him it was obvious with the hours he worked, how he hadn’t hesitated to make space for Eddie, to listen to him, and never ask him to change. Wayne always paid attention to his likes and dislikes, and Eddie thinks that kind is real love.
After spring break, Eddie was pleasantly shocked by the level of care Steve showed people around him, in those little actions that meant everything. Eddie gets so swept up in how Steve makes him feel that he doesn't even realise that Steve thinks that Eddie made the first move.
Steve had known he liked Eddie and tried to look out for him after spring break, but he was surprised when the guy kissed him. It was nice though, nice to be wanted, nice to be the one pursued and not doing the pursuing. It made him feel more confident than he had in a long time. He doesn't worry about the rest of it. When Eddie never wants to talk about how he feels, what him and Steve are to each other, Steve doesn't love it but he figures that Eddie just needs time.
It doesn't get better with time, it gets worse.
They've been dating for six months and Eddie wants to be over the moon. Steve is amazing and sweet and hot. They have so much fun together, but Eddie doesn't know why nothing he does is enough to show Steve that he cares. He notices the little things, favourite foods and flowers, times a joke goes too far with the kids and Eddie shuts them down. Eddie knows he's paying attention, but Steve still constantly questions it, asking how Eddie feels like he’s not bending over backwards to show it? He just wants to feel like he's enough.
Steve is lost. He can't make sense of Eddie. He's so caring, so attentive, and the way he acts... it can't just be casual to him, can it? But it took four months for Eddie to use the word boyfriend and only when repeatedly asked. He hasn't said he loves him.
Steve did.
Five months in, riding the high of Eddie saying “boyfriend” instead of using vague hand-gestures to define their relationship. Steve had been stressed from work and got soaked in the November rain only to come home to Eddie cooking him a beautiful dinner.
'I love you, Eds.'
Eddie smiled big and bright and kissed him. They kept kissing and it wasn't until the next morning that Steve realized Eddie hadn't said it back.
Steve waited a week before saying it again. Eddie seem happy to hear it, not uncomfortable, all smiles and kisses and promises to pick Steve up after work but... no I love you. Steve kept trying for a few weeks but eventually he stopped. He told himself that it was fine, he could wait, but he missed that feeling from the start, so confident that he was wanted.  
Eddie knew Steve had been a bit quiet through the winter. He knew that he was missing Robin away at college, that the kids were busy, and that the holidays were tough for a lot of people with shitty parents. But he was still blindsided when he asked what was wrong and Steve looked him in the face and asked if Eddie loved him.
Did he love him? That hurt. How could Steve even ask that?
'Nothing's ever going to be good enough for his highness, is it?' He snapped at him, determined not to show how close to crying he was. He was just so tired. He’d been working all hours trying to save up so him and Steve could leave Hawkins and it was still not enough.
Steve blinked back at his boyfriend, the second person he'd loved who just refused him this most basic part of a relationship, who just couldn't seem to choke out the words even to humour him. Heartbroken and speechless, Steve walked the rest of the way home.
The next day Eddie worried. He'd expected Steve to call that night to make up, Eddie was big enough to admit that Steve was better at reaching out first to apologise. Eddie was good at words, descriptions, stories, but putting words to the messiness of emotions, not so much. When Steve didn't call Eddie decided that he'd been too harsh. So what if Steve was a little insecure sometimes? Eddie adored everything else about him, he was allowed to have a flaw. He drove to Steve's but no one answered. He had a key though and so let himself in
Downstairs was as empty as usual but Eddie got anxious when he saw a lot of Steve's things were missing from his room. There was a note on the desk on his desk he was too scared to read. Maybe Steve had been too upset to talk and needed to write it now for Eddie to understand.
'Eddie, I nearly couldn't go, but this isn't fair to either of us. I hope you find someone someday that you love as much I love you now, someone you love enough to get past whatever's holding you back. yours, Steve.'
Eddie didn't understand at all.
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findafight · 9 months
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STOBIN AS DRIFT COMPATIBLE BESTIES FIGHTING KAIJU!!!
OKAY OKAY BUT. post canon au where the Breach opens in the early nineties instead of 2013, and eventually when the Jaeger Program is just in the fledgling stages, right at the start when they figure out the drift and sharing the load, some American government goon looks at another, and they're both thinking the same thing. They know a couple chucklefucks who are scarily in tune with each other that already have monster fighting experience. The problem is of course the chucklefuckery and also they. Hate the government.
But they figure yknow. May as well try to get the actually very good at killing monsters the military can't clowns. They need people willing to go into deathtraps and fight giant monsters, and those two have done that a few times before. They need people that can connect to each other while also fighting without dying, and figure those two are a prime example. So after a lot of government groveling and Robin and Steve slamming the door in multiple suits' faces, they eventually agree to at least...see what it's all about. Because they heard about the attack in San Francisco on K-day, about Manila and Cabo San Lucas and Syndney, and it was all bad, and as much as they dislike and distrust the government and military...they do want to help (and the pay is...good). It was probably only a matter of time before their luck in avoiding monsters ran out anyway. At least this way they had some control of how.
So Steve and Robin are in the Jaeger Academy almost as soon as it opens. It's...an adjustment. They're obviously not the regular type to join, mostly its a bunch of men who were maybe ex military or something, and they stick out. Training is a pain in the ass, they've spent the years between the upside down closing lounging and working and starting to relax, and so there's the expected heckling.
(I want them to meet Newt and Herman so bad like. they'd be around the same age as them (because we are bumping everything in PR canon back for this) and I think the combo punch of Newt and Robin being themselves would be hilarious. They're all kinda outsiders in the macho militarism of the Academy and i think the chaos would just be. unimaginable. )
But anyways. I think during the testing to see drift compatibility, Steve is called up and looks the scientist/military guy (because it's early days there aren't really "instructors" yet) and says "If you even think about putting me in one of those fucking things with anyone other than Robin, you've lost your mind and forgotten we're only here because you asked us to be together." Everyone is like ooooooh but then he squints at them and they shut up like oh damn okay sorry yeah.
And that's the end of that discussion.
There's something about being in the drift with each other that makes all that complaining and speculating and wishing to combine when they were teenagers seem half-assed. It's...not like anything either of them can describe. It feels right, like they were always meant to be that way. If they lived in each other's pockets before the Drift, they're in each other's skin now. Silent communication is expected for long-term drift partners. Residuals of the bond, dream sharing, but Robin and Steve, even among other pilots are exceptional. There's entire discussions happening in brief eye contact. They move in sync outside the Jaeger just as well as if they were still in the Drift. They've only had one RABBIT incident, and they pulled out of it fine. It's...eerie for some people to watch them, even other Pilots. (also the fact they'll casually mention shit like "well at least the air isn't toxic" or "hey. don't call this torture, that's offensive. I've been tortured!" or even "can't believe i survived evil bats for this shit." which is mildly offputting)
They end up on the Pacific northwest and into southern B.C. with a Mach 1 called... something like Midwest Deluge or something idk. They're media darlings the first Kaiju they kill two fifty kilometres off the coast of Washington. Robin is quirky, and Steve has all his midwestern boyish charm, and together they entrance people with the Drift. There's interviews and talkshows and then at some point action figures? (Dustin does not let this go. By this time he's also working in K-sci. [obviously??] but he's still annoying little brother shaped.)
Steve is usually one of the first quoted to describe the Drift, in his first interview having said "When I first met Robin --became friends with her--it felt like we'd known each other our whole lives. Now we have." Robin is also sometimes quoted with "There's probably nowhere I'd rather be, than in Steve's head."
Of course, with them being in the media, being kickass, and also being part of a program that emphasizes compatibility, there's questions on whether or not they're dating. Because while the Drift isn't romantic by nature, my god people would romanticize it. And when two hot people of opposite genders that are not related to each other in any way are piloting the Jaeger, and are just *gestures to all of stobinisms* assumptions abound.
They're in an interview after their third kill when it happens. It's a few years into their tenure as Pilots, maybe '96? (if the Breach opened in '91 and they were recruited in 93?) The host asks "So. romantically. You two have always denied that attraction, but working so close together, literally in each other's heads, isn't there a chance that has blossomed into something else? Something more?"
They roll their eyes. Steve says "there's nothing more than what Robin and I have. Romance isn't more it's just something else."
Robin goes "Plus..." Before Steve looks at her, eyebrows raised. "I think so" she says, obviously to a question Steve asked that only she heard. "What are they going to do? Fire me?" they both laugh.
He shrugs. "if you're sure..."
Robin hums. "Yes, well. I agree with everything Steve said. The Drift isn't romantic, it's connection. It's knowing. All sorts of relationships can be Drift compatible. Steve's and mine is Platonic. Capital P."
"You gonna actually say it anytime soon?"
"Shut up."
"I dunno it seems like you're stalling."
"Christ, Steve. I'm getting to it. Let me tell the world I'm a lesbian without nagging, goddamn." She turns to the interviewer. "anyways yeah I'm a lesbian so it was never going to be romantic between me and Steve. I'm just obsessed with him."
There's a pause, before they lean into each other and giggle. Steve whispers "good job" that's barely picked up by his mic.
They get a stern talking to by their Marshal but Robin was right. They can't get fired for it. They're too good and pilots are too valuable for plain ol' homophobia to get in the way. (It's seen as a cornerstone moment in queer history, a Jaeger Pilot, someone the world can do nothing but respect, came out! casually. with an already supportive loved one sitting beside her, ready to laugh with her.) And while some people act weird or distant about it, most move past it pretty quick, considering the Midwest team is well respected and there's obviously the bigger problem of underwater aliens trying to kill everyone. You either get over it and work with them or you leave or get people killed.
By the time of the events of the movie, they're old-timers. They've upgraded once to a Mach 3 after a brutal fight with a high category than expected made Midwest Deluge inoperable. They're in Hong-Kong because where else would they be? They need to end this. Just like they needed to see the Upside Down to the end. Their whole lives have been dominated by fighting for their lives and to protect their home and the world. One last push. They aren't even forty yet.
and then the breach is closed and the world is saved and they can retire with their massive pensions from being the best monster killers ever <3
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crownmemes · 18 days
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House Sentences, Vol. 10
(Sentences from House (2004-2012). Adjust phrasing where needed)
"The past is the past. It's why I don't like talking about it."
"It's illegal. People go to jail for that. Pay huge fines."
"Your stunned look, I take it, is your way of saying 'brilliant idea!'"
"I know that this isn't a real marriage, but I really like you..."
"You know, when you're interested in something and nobody else is, the polite thing is to keep it to yourself."
"You always get your way, don't you?"
"You know, there's something seriously wrong with us."
"Why is it so wrong that I don't like to cheat?"
"However much it hurt, I did have a right to break up with you."
"You need to see a shrink. I'm serious."
"If you want to lecture me on my poor judgment, there would seem to be more relevant examples."
"Listen to me, you can't keep going like this. Something has to change."
"I want things to go back to the way they were before we started dating."
"I know one conversation isn't going to solve everything, but it is a start."
"You're miserable and you're angry, and I want you to actually deal with that!"
"You think I have unresolved issues, and that you are the unresolved issues."
"Whatever the reason, it was a bad reason and a bad idea. That's all that matters."
"You don't need to depend on people who are going to let you down!"
"You know, for someone who asks as many favours as you do, you sure don't make any effort to win me over."
"You can read people. You understand them."
"You're really not good at reading people, are you?"
"I'd call you an idiot again, but at this point I'm starting to doubt whether you understand what I mean by the word."
"Running away from home is a time-honoured tradition, but you're not doing it to flee your parents. You're doing it to protect them."
"I like you. I have fun with you. And, if you can honestly say that you don't like me, you don't have fun with me, I can accept that."
"Just do whatever you have to do to get over this. You can punch me in the face, kick me in the nuts. Either/or. Both seems excessive."
"We're going to fundamentally disagree about what it means to read too much into this, aren't we?"
"I'm not sure what you were trying to achieve. I'm never quite sure."
"So, either you're so insecure that you feel like you need to always have the upper hand, or you're so arrogant that the notion of a favour is insulting to you."
"Don't you think it's a little early to be dragging up our baggage in front of each other?"
"Everybody makes mistakes. They just don't usually broadcast all of them at the same time."
"Even the best-intentioned parents end up damaging their kids."
"People respect you. They just don't like you."
"Are you intentionally trying to get me to dislike you?"
"I know you want to believe that this is something we can cure. It's not. I'm sorry."
"You're incapable of human connection, so you want everyone to be like you!"
"I know this is weird for you, but you need to figure out a way to be okay with it."
"It really does suck being you, doesn't it?"
"Friends respect each other's decisions, even if they don't agree with them."
"Loyalty is a tool to get people to do things they don't want to do."
"I have been a disloyal, disrespectful jerk. I should have listened to what you wanted."
"Like it or not, you are a person."
"People don't change. Consciences don't spontaneously develop."
"You're destroying your entire life! You can't go back from this!"
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I prefer not to talk about ace stuff on this website for various reasons so I'm purposely not going to look up the post this is about but I really need some people (regardless of sexual orientation) to understand that you can both decide you don't want to date an ace person and also treat them like an adult who's allowed to make choices with their own body.
I'm 100% transparent about being bi-ace when I date specifically so me and the people I date are not wasting each other's time but there's truly something so fucking annoying reading comments about your own preferences phrased as if you're saving us from our own misguided conceptions of what relationships should be.
Most people who have sex will have all kinds of sex- sex they love, sex that's just kind of ok, sex that they end up disliking or even hating but the thing about automomy is that people get to do things you don't necessarily agree with as long as they're not harming others.
''I truly think if people are actually ace but forcing themselves to have sex that it's a form of self harm"
Stop! Do you hear your fucking self? How do you know how the person you're talking about feels about sex or having sex with a partner? If the answer is not 'I demonstrated a genuine curiosity with a person I care for and respect and fully listened to their own accounts of their experience and then repeated this with so many ace people I feel like I can reasonably bsck up this statement' maybe consider who else uses this type of language and who they target with it.
I can't imagine any of you have ace friends (and certainly not ones you respect if this is how you think about them exercising their autonomy).
And I'm not trying to further an argument that no ace person ever regrets having sex either in general or with a specific partner but do you think furthering the idea that two willing and consenting people choosing to have sex is by itself an act of self harm on the part of one of them because they don't experience sexual attraction is a good thing?
Is that what you want queer people or people who are still figuring their identity out to feel about trying anything new sexually? Because you don't get to control how and when that rhetoric is used once you've spread it around.
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So I'll just tell myself all of the things I can't say to you yet (Fic)
Second Chapter here!
Pairing: Ghostflower (Miles x Gwen.)
Chapter: 3/4.
Summary: Miles reflects on something his friends say, and as he hides in Gwen's room he can't help but wonder, could Gwen actually feel the same?
Maybe he could find the answer in the way he least expected.
Miles didn't have time to say anything before the door was thrown in his face; at least he could understand some of the panic she had.
He didn't think Captain Stacy disliked him that much, he did ask a few...interesting questions the handful of times they had seen each other, but he guesses Gwen has a point. Heck, he is a dude and his parents were harsh on Gwen so he doesn't want to imagine what would happen if the man actually thought he was trying to do some funny business.
As he felt his ears go red with the idea, the conversation he had with his friends a couple of days ago popped back into his mind.
"You need to do something about that," Hobie mindlessly said sitting on his couch, as he try to tune out the hellish device Margo has brought with her. Apparently, it was the modern equivalent in her world to an electric guitar, and they were trying to see if Hobie being from the seventies could figure it out.
Miles liked everyone in the group, and while he had his reservations about the organization, the 'spidey-gang' (As it has become the unofficial name for them,) had become some sort of found family. Regardless of what could have happened in the past, both the friends he did when they crashed in his dimensions and the ones he made while traveling through them for the first time had proven to him to be worth sticking around for.
Of course, there were people he gravitated more heavily towards, mostly the ones his age (he loved Peter B and the rest, but if he needed to hear one more 'in my day-') Of those, Hobie and Margo were kind of his best friends, the ones he gravitates towards the most.
Well, except for Gwen, but she has always been kind of an exception, despite how hard he had tried to work against it.
"Do something about what?" He asked clueless, or was clueless as he could pretend to be. He knew exactly what he meant when Hobie suggested a song to play and Miles decided to comment on how Gwen liked that song.
"Seriously?" Margo gave him a look from her position, hovering over Hobie. The plan was for him to figure it out, but Margo was watching out in case that while trying to find how this thing worked he would end up blowing them up.
They were hanging out in Hobie's universe, which was the usual. Margo would hang anywhere that wasn't her actual dimension, and while Miles from time to time will bring his friends, it definitely is NOT when they were trying a futuristic device that looked more like a torture machine than an instrument; how Hobie found a way to tune it was beyond him.
Hobie's home was actually in an abandoned boat canal, in a hole-on-the-wall kind of way. Miles thought it was crazy cool, despite the constant state of disarray that didn't even have to do with the fact that things changed colors as Hobie did; it took a while to get used to but it was still great.
Hobie's place was basically this basement of sorts that seemed to have been some type of warehouse a long time ago; the room had thick walls, no windows whatsoever (which Hobie said was a plus when you are running from the authorities,) and everything was basically in one place. They were in the "living room" which consisted of a beat-up couch, a coffee table made up of a cinderblock and half a wood plank, with a bunch of homemade bean bags for anyone who wanted something else (Which has been his seating of choice as it gave him a better angle to sketch Hobie.)
A few meters away there was the kitchen, and not so far was Hobie's bed, with curtains hanging from the ceiling as a way to have some sort of privacy. The only place that actually led to another room was the bathroom, that for being made by outlaws with no plumbing degree, worked a lot better than some places he has seen in his New York. The place was also covered in posters and graffiti, including some done by Miles himself; if he was honest he was kind of jealous knowing he would probably never have the chance to do something like this even if he gets to own a place.
As his friends glared at him, Miles went back to his sketchbook and pretend everything was fine; that has been all his strategy really.
Every time he thought he was looking too much at her, that he was hanging around her too much, or similar, he would make sure to walk away, look somewhere else, something; it was about time that he did.
After the disastrous events that were his first time in the Spider Society, he took some time to himself. Not too long, and not really isolating either; just some time with his universe with his people trying to take in all that happened; as well as adjusting to his parents knowing the secret and all the things that came with it. It wasn't an easy process but it was worth it.
During that time he had reflected about being Spiderman, about all the people he had met and the mistakes he had made trying to be more like them instead of himself. He has thought of Peter B, who he adored as a mentor, yet also stuck in his ways to see what's in front of him at times. He thought of Gwen.
He loved her, it would be stupid of him to try to act as if that wasn't the case. Miles also put her on a pedestal though, as this badass girl who could make no mistake and could kick his ass any day of the week; she could be great, amazing, and beautiful, but she was still human; and perhaps part of his heartbreak about her mistake was about him realizing that.
It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt to think of it, regardless, he couldn't really fault her for what she did. Gwen didn't have anywhere to go, and even if she did it late, she also stand up for him, she was the one to get everyone to save him; even when he was bitter about what has happened he couldn't deny that he understood how much he mattered to Gwen.
As a friend.
That was the conclusion he got after everything was said at done, once the dust settled and he was able to talk again with the friends who turn their back on him before. He couldn't continue chasing after Gwen like a dream as he did in the past year and a half; he has been lucky she liked him enough to not be creeped out by the amount of drawings he had in his sketchbook.
He was also trying very hard not to fill it with her.
That was the problem, he needed to move on; she had told him before that things don't tend to work with Gwen Stacy and Spiderman, and if she hasn't mentioned something else then he was going to take the hint.
The last thing he needed was to lose her because he was looking at her like a little boy crushing on the cool girl on the block.
Realizing that pretending to be busy with his sketchbook wasn't going to stop them from staring, they looked at them and barked "What?"
"Are you seriously telling me you aren't going to make a move on Gwen?"
"What move is there to make?" He shrugged, not even bothering to deny his feelings in the matter, he trusted them; besides, there wasn't much of a point wasn't it? "We are friends, friends is great! And is what Gwen wants anyways."
"Gwen wants that?" Margo replied incredulously, looking back at Hobie like she needed to make sure her avatar wasn't suddenly messing up the signal or something
Miles wasn't sure what was about, but Hobie moved away from the device to put his feet on the ground and said "Okay, that's a bunch of Porky, there is no way my drummer actually said that"
Trying to make a mental list of all the cockney slang he has learned from him, he luckily quickly realized he was calling Miles a liar and not talking about their pig friend; perhaps he should tell Hobie to keep that one to himself in case Ham ever got a problem with that.
"She did!" He defended himself, letting the sketchbook on the ground, stopping to pretend he could actually concentrate on it; "She told me the first day she saw me again."
"The first day, as the day you met when she needed to watch on The Spot?"
"Yes? What would that have anything to do with this? Spot or not she isn't interested."
Margo and Hobie stared at him, intensely, in fact they slowly blinked at him, before Margo turned at Hobie once more. "He deadass doesn't know?"
"Apparently," Hobie muttered while he stretched his legs, "All this time I just assumed he was still processing what happened, not well, that."
"The heck are you two talking about?"
"Miles, Gwen is crazy about you;" Margo drops out of nowhere, her form disappearing from the top of the couch to be in front of it, closer to Miles.
"What!? Wait, really? How- There is no way." He mutters, unsure of what to say or ask first. It wasn't possible, right? No after all this time.
His incredulity only seemed to add more fuel to Margo's distress, turning to Hobie again "Come on Hobs, back me up here."
He seemed to think about it, opening his mouth, before his colors chanted to a blue-grey hue, shrugging, and taking back the instrument, putting it on his lap.
"Hobie!"
"Sorry luv, I would love to help but I still have my loyalties, and I can only say so much before I lose my drummer."
"Oh please, now you are making me sound like she isn't my friend too!" She complained as she went to the couch, sitting on the arm of it even if she didn't need to sit anywhere, crossing her arms; "It doesn't count when is not a secret, and there is no way this has ever been one; I am pretty sure even Miguel knows."
Miles didn't want to imagine what exactly Miguel would know about his love life, or lack of it.
Shaking his head, Miles leans forwards leaving his arms against his legs for support "Okay, in case you are right-" Miles didn't want to admit, it because he knew if he got his hopes up just to fall face first he wouldn't recover easily; "What exactly makes you believe that?"
"The fact that when I met you I thought you guys were already a thing, for starters."
"Wait what!? Why?"
Arching an eyebrow like she really couldn't believe he was asking, she said "Miles, when I met you the first thing she said to you after talking to me was to move on; she then proceeded to lasso you to string you away. I was surprised to see Gwen was so protective of her boyfriend when then I learned you guys weren't even dating."
Opening his mouth, he leaves it hanging open for a second as he tries to remember. He has been so surprised about the different villains, the technology, and the possibility of being a part of that (ironic considering now he avoided the place like the black plague,) that he hasn't even processed Gwen's behavior at that moment.
"I mean, we were late to see Miguel, and considering what he does when he is aggro I can't blame her for not wanting to make things worse"
This is the part where Hobie goes back to looking at him straight in the eye at says "Mate, look at me."
"Am I doing so?" Miles pointed out, confused.
"Do you think I would give a flying fuck for what he wanted, even as the head of the organization?"
"No?"
"Then why do you think I told you to get going JUST before Gwen lassoed you away?" Hobie argues, just as skeptical as Margo was.
And to his answer, he has nothing, because honestly if it was for Hobie he would have probably taken Gwen and Miles to his home dimension and say bye to the Society before Miles had the chance to make a case for himself. And the only thing that would make him act against that would be being there for his friends, like his drummer.
"Thank you! Now that wasn't too hard wasn't it?"
"I haven't yet said anything, just pointing out things" He shrugged, going back to the artifact; he was currently testing the strings (or so Miles assumed those were strings by the way the holographic lines moved.)
"Okay, if Gwen is actually interested in me, why she hasn't asked me out? Is not like I had been subtle."
"You had actually come a long way since you were jealous of my very existence," Hobie praised him as he put a hand on his own chest, though Miles felt kind of insulted. Even if it was true.
"Yeah, you haven't been acting the same around her; and do I need to remind you she was one of those people you specifically asked to stay away for a while?" Margo pointed out, leaning towards Hobie to open a compartment on the instrument, check inside, and then close it back satisfied.
Should he be concerned that she is checking it as if she is making sure it doesn't start a fire?
"But wouldn't be easier egg her to do this?"
Margo barks a laugh, as she literally steadies herself for a moment before shaking her head and replying to him "Pfff, Miles, we love Gwen, you know I love that girl, but I think if you ask her between talking about her feelings and eating glass, she may eat the glass."
With his side leaning to the side, Hobie nodded "Hate to admit it, but she is right; she is so lip-tied the greatest John Hopper would probably still have a hard time getting something out of her even if she was strapped in the interrogation chair."
Luckily the dialogue gave him a clue or what that is, at least Hobie didn't call them pigs like in his universe.
Is not that he didn't want to believe it, shit it was probably the thing he wanted to hear the most for a good while. But he could bring himself to get his hopes up, he has done exactly that in the Williamsburg Tower and the heartache that followed wasn't pretty; he really didn't want to repeat the experience.
It sounded all too good to be true.
"I am still not sure-"
"Ugh!" Margo complained as she threw her head up, annoyed "Look, want your own answers? Ask her about that day when you see her again; ask her what was her mission was, that should do the trick."
"Really? How?"
"If you think for a hard second what was her mission and what she end up doing, it becomes very obvious what's going on; that's at least half the reason I am convinced this can't be considered a secret for that alone."
Miles felt just as clueless as before, however, that last part was something that would stay in his mind for a while.
Including today.
It was kind of silly, especially knowing it was nobody's fault really, yet he felt bad for putting Gwen in this position. He went to help her out today because they were friends and that's what they do for each other, and what happened? Oh yeah, he got his ass kicked, definitely got some new scars because not even super healing could fix all of this, and got her both worried, guilty, and trying to hide him from her dad.
"Yep, totally crushing this friendship thing."
The only consolation prize he had is that at least by doing so he distracted the villain long enough for them to find a way to trap the bad guy, and that Gwen hasn't been the one getting hurt. Ever since the incident with Pavitr's universe, he can't stop thinking that perhaps a tragedy was avoided just by having an extra spidey person around. Maybe is being a good person, or a bit of a simp, but he wasn't joking when he said he was happy to take the hit if it meant she wasn't the one suffering this.
Speaking of which-
"You aren't here a bit early?"
"Not really? Is still early so I haven't wanted to stress the team too much-"
Trying to ignore Gwen's conversation with her dad (he could easily hear with his super hearing, yet she deserved a bit of privacy.) He decided maybe it was better to check the damage; looking over his shoulder, Miles looked at the reflection on the window.
"Shoot, hope mami doesn't realize this happened before is fully healed," Miles thought to himself.
The window could only give him so much detail, and yet he could already tell this wasn't good. Sure, most of his bad had small cuts that were already closing and turning in fine lines. There were also bigger ones that Gwen had needed to close with self-dissolving stitches (specially designed to dissolver quicker for spider people, the Spider Society did have some perks.) Gwen did a good job, it was considerably more clean and would not get infected, but it still burned and hurt like hell.
Taking advantage of that he could see a bit of himself on the reflection of the glass, he tried to become invisible. Recalling his powers when he was in pain was sometimes a bit of a toss of a coin; depending on the damage and the situation, his invisibility powers could become faulty, and his electricity trick near impossible because it made the pain worse, if not stress the wound. When he didn't have the adrenaline to help him out, it became more like a coin toss when you are having a bad day and the coin falls on the drain.
Even if slower than usual, he did manage to become invisible, for the most part; his camouflaged tried to get to his back, yet the pain made it impossible for him to go all the way. And he also noticed, part of his suit wasn't becoming invisible.
"Great, I hit the range," He lamented to himself, looking at the destroyed top of his suit with annoyance.
He was able to camouflage himself and his clothes, which was an important distinction since he has seen enough media to know some people didn't have that luck. However, just like he couldn't make Doc Ock's PC invisible, at some point his camouflage randomly decides what it can or can't do, and now it is 'Not fully invisible until you are better, and maybe other clothes.'
Good thing he didn't have the chance to remind Gwen about it, he couldn't do it properly for a few seconds, if it needed to be for more than that they were toast. That, or something get's him scared enough to do it.
In this apartment, he wondered if there would be a way to start a portal without making something fly, or make obvious something is going on. Hobie's watch was amazing, yet not the most discrete when it was about dimension hopping; Miles would DEFINITELY need to be careful when he gets back home, and he wouldn't make sure to hide in Gwen's room if by trying to escape he announced his exit.
In other words, for being a very low-stakes situation for once in his life, he was just as trapped as if he was between the Spot and Miguel's talons.
Sighing, at least in this case he could just sit.
Making sure to not stain anything, Miles sits on the ground and looks around a bit since there wasn't anything else to do. He has been in Gwen's room before, never for too long though. He liked the vibe in it, the walls were a nice blue color that even if you could notice the color probably was more vibrant in the past, matched really well with the number of posters Gwen had around, including some from her former band with the Mary Janes, and the one she was currently in with Hobie.
There was a bunch of nicknacks around, some obvious gifts from some of their friends from other dimensions. He even spotted a few pictures of the group, a couple with Hobie and Peni extra scattered around, maybe from the time when the organization was still commanded by Miguel.
None of him and Gwen just the two of them together, "So much for being different."
As soon as he thought about it, he had the impulse to hit himself in the head. He couldn't continue being bitter, Hobie has even joked that he had come a long way from his jealousy! Miles didn't have the right to get upset, regardless if something was happening or not. At least it looked like she was slowly feeling more comfortable with other people; she deserved more than just him and the memory of Peter.
He couldn't just, help but want more.
Mindlessly, his right-hand goes to his back, the same place she has tenderly caressed early. She has been so soft and careful with him, there was something about her touch that made his skin feel sparks and have a billion butterflies in his stomach. For a moment he put his hand on top of hers, and at that moment he wanted nothing more but to properly grab her hand, and tell her that it didn't matter what happened, he would be ready to be there for her.
Good thing he remembered on time to tone it down, to stop himself from doing something more romantic. The fact that he would also protect his other friends wasn't a lie, just, not exactly what he has actually been thinking at that moment.
It was hard, it was a constant battle to remember to limit himself; initially, he has hoped it would eventually turn natural, and he would move on. It hasn't been the case yet.
He hasn't really noted anything of interest on Gwen's part, at most a tad of surprise of him saying that. Maybe Margo had a point of him being a tad more distant ever since they started talking again; though he felt it was better to overcorrect than risk it.
The idea still resonated in his mind, could Gwen really be into-
Suddenly the voices suddenly sound a lot closer, and he hears Captain Stacy say basically behind the door "-Weren't you saying your door has been squeaking a lot? Let me check."
"Dad!"
"Shit!" He thought alarmed as he heard the man get his hand on the doorknob; he couldn't risk being seen and he wasn't sure his invisibility would activate.
So without giving it a second thought, he moved quickly toward the closet, and silently close the door as fast as he was able to. Trying to quiet his own breathing, he kneels on the ground and tries to listen carefully this time around.
"What's going on?" Captain Stacy asks, his voice is louder this time; he definitely opened the door. Miles stops breathing.
Before he had time to panic and blow up his cover, Gwen said "Oh well, you know how messy my room is."
"Oh honey, you were worried about that? To be honest I think you inherited my lack of neatness-"
As Miles was able to calm down as he realized he hasn't been discovered, he relaxed a bit and opened his eyes, which were adapted already to darkness and the little light it could have (part of his Spiderman perks.)
Which was a good thing, because if he had a normal human night vision, he would have definitely been tempted to get out his dying phone and turn on the flashlight to make sure he wasn't crazy.
In front of him there was a notebook, one of those vintage with leather on the cover, or so he suspected because the notebook was open; he could barely understand what the words said from this distance, yet he could see well enough the polaroid on top of it, the image of it has been burned in his mind for 2 years now. Is the first picture of them, with Peter B's legs in the background.
That wasn't the part that made him feel crazy, even if he was elated to realize there was a picture of them like Peni's or Hobbie's. No, the thing he wasn't sure he was hallucinating was a plushie.
A Spiderman plushie, of him.
Moving slowly, still trying to be quiet, he grabs the plushie. As ridiculous as he thinks the thought is, he is surprised he is touching it instead of being a figment of his imagination; even more when while looking closely at it, he can realize that is not merchandise of anyone else with a similar suit.
Especially because he recognized this brand, he saw them fairly recently; just a few weeks-
He remembers something and if he wasn't consciously trying to be quiet, he would have gasped.
During the festival where he had invited everyone on the spidey-gang, at one point everyone more or less went their own separate ways or in smaller groups for different things. At some point, Gwen had found her way back to Miles's little group (that had Hobie and Pav as they were trying to see if spidey-powers could defeat rigged carnival games) with a paper bag that she has been adamant was just some snacks for later. While he has been just as curious as Pav, he decided to act like Hobie and just move on with the topic; it couldn't be that big of a deal.
In a million years, he would have imagined it was this.
As he took away the plushie, he took a closer inspection at the notebook and the Polaroid with it, he realized what was written down were lyrics.
I'd like to know your middle name Let's talk about your parents and your future dreams I'm interested but distant to a fault And I never wanna complicate your heart
I've gotta let you know That I think that I love you so You could be my only one 'Cause I think that I love you so
I know we only just met So why do I feel invested? And do you feel it too? Do you feel it too? I could be your best yet Future favorite regret Do you feel it too? Do you feel it too?
So I'll just tell myself All of the above when I'm alone
...Miles felt himself forgetting to breathe for a second as he read the lyrics; if he has seen this by itself, he may have been thinking Gwen had a crush on someone else. Except that he found this on a notebook that had a Polaroid with his picture (then on a closer inspection, this picture looks a lot older than the ones he saw around Gwen's room,) and a plushie of him. To top it all off, he saw that around the lyrics, his name was around.
There were on different fonts, a bit similar to his graffiti, but he could recognize his name.
As he looked at the edges of the notebook, he wondered if by chance, there was more. It would not be good to snoop around...however, Gwen did look at his sketchbook; and she has been teasing him about having a secret notebook for a while.
Thinking to stop if he saw anything too personal; he looked around the pages almost expecting to see nothing else, to have the wild fantasy that seemed to be happening to him show something that could contradict his view. It wasn't the case.
More lyrics appeared, his name peppered around too, even some extra pictures there ("She kept them here, to keep them safe" He thought gleefully to himself, realizing that he recognized the photobooth pictures they had taken over the last few months, the few physical pictures of them and she has to keep them safe just like him.) The lyrics were about yearning, about keeping feelings close to your chest, about a love you couldn't stop yourself from feeling for someone. He remembered how casually Gwen has smiled at him, after she saw those pictures; was this why she hadn't actually freaked out? Because she was doing the same with music?
He eventually stopped being able to concentrate on reading properly altogether, as he closed the notebook, he needed to make a big effort to not laugh in glee, putting a hand on top of the biggest grin he ever had in his life. He never thought how difficult it could be to be quiet when you are so happy, but here he was.
Miles could almost hear his own heart sing in elation, trying to beat out of his chest in excitement. 2 years, he had feelings for Gwen for 2 years, and ever since he thought his best shot has been before he knew she was from another universe; he remembered those lonely months missing everyone, thinking on how especially he wanted to see her, yet needed to remember to being friends. On what happened after, with him deciding it was better to get over it before it could hurt his friendship.
"Miles, Gwen is crazy about you;" Margo's words came to mind, and he hasn't wanted to believe her because he didn't want to be heartbroken if it wasn't the case. Now he can't believe he really doubted her. 
"She likes me, she really likes me," He thought to himself, still feeling as if he was on cloud 9.
Never in his life Miles has been so glad to feel like such an idiot. 
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Yes, I know I said 3 chapters, however! This was getting too long, I am hoping I will not need to add more chapters. Let's see what I write. The lyrics are a slightly modified version of the song Telephone by Waterparks, because that's the song that I was hearing when I wrote the first chapter, and also the one where the title comes from. I thought of putting more lyrics, yet I felt Miles reaction to them would be a bit too cheesy, so I decided only to do one set of lyrics. Wrote this until late at night, and woke up before work to edit this, because my impulse control is a mess. Hopefully I edited well enough. I originally wasn't going to release the rest of this series here, but is just a short story, and I found some people don't actually use ao3, so as a courtesy so everyone can finish the story, the last chapter will also be posted here. And that's all for now! Please leave a comment if you like it!
Fourth and last chapter here!
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